Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society, Volume 1, Issue 1, Page 10

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11100 1kCECIL SHARP.Crud Wars 01 bi ft Germany. CECIL SHARP. rtfts Loveip borne.___________________________________________________ ri \) J VLV \ Li4 .i ii i n n . 1. VV____________________________________________. 0 J Ic t( r 1c r_____________________________________________ .0t r_______________________________________________________ I S_____________________________ fl\ JJ)IJ.h)p 1f iJ F11 .f V , ,TAKEN down from ToM Sri cni . at Hambridge, Somerset, on December 29th, 1903.Words are printed on a broadside by Such, No. 329. The tune has some affinity withBlue Muslin in Songs of the West. Whether it is a genuine Irish tune I shouldnot like to say, but it has certainly some Irish characteristics. I noted the same songfrom an old singer in another part of Somerset to, however, a different and a far oldermodal melody. C. S.CRUEL WARS OF HIGH GERMANY.0 Polly, dear Polly, the rout has now begun,And I must away by the beating of the drum;So you dress yourself in all your best, and come along with me,And Ill take you to the cruel wars of High Germany.O Harry, dear Harry, you mind what I do say,My feet are so tender I cannot march away;And besides, my dear Harry, I am in love with thee,Im not fitted for the cruel wars of High Germany.O Ill buy you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride,And all my delight shall be a-riding by your side;So well call at every ale-house and drink when we are dry,As quickly on the road 1 my boys, well marry by and by.O cursed was the cruel wars that ever they -should rise,And out of Merry England pressed many a lad likewise;They pressed young Harry from me, likewise my brothers three,And sent them to the cruel wars of High Germany.TAKEN down from JOHN EnBROOJC at Bishops Nympton, N. Devon, on January 11th,1904. I have met with the tune several times in Somerset, often mated to other words,e.g., The Chambermaid. The last phrase is sometimes sung as follows :A variant is printed in the Folk Song Societys Journal, Vol. I., p. 117. Thewords are on broadsides by Ryle, Seven Dials, and others. VERINS LOVELY HOME.1.When I was young and in my prime,My age was twenty-one;Then I became a servantUnto some gentleman.I served him true and honest,And that is very well known;But cruelly he banished meFrom Erins lovely home.2.Twas down in her uncles garden,All in the month of June,A-viewing of those pretty flowers,All in their youthful bloom;She said, My dearest Johnny,If with me you will roam,Well bid adieu to all our friendsIn Erins lovely home.V

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